And then they did their weary eyelids close
In blest oblivion of all earthly woes.
XXXIX.
In dreams they wandered by familiar places
In their own land, unto their childhood dear;
And some were locked in loving, fond embraces,
And sweet the voices of their home and clear
Came to them;—pain was gone, and doubt and fear;
And all the dreary and the dread Between
Was gone, like aught which had not ever been.